Hop – Skip – Jump – But not alone…

Come out and play an accordion with me
and do the hope polka wild enough to
scare the minna’s and smoke long and
elegant cigars wearing tapered and fitted
suits dramatically.

Get tired and tireder and jump out of a
corporate window and land on or become
a wino – and then spend an active night
pointing or shining a spotlight at the
curvature of youth.

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Lear and lear and lear – stare, stare, stare,
don’t give or take shit, and take off that
monkey suit cuz we ain’t going to Clarksville,
tonight we’re going to see, or be seen like
we’re alarming.

Pretend we are reggaes slow and easy lilt
hallucinating slow dancing and touching –
milk in the morning poured over breakfast
and a long and lingering romance that’s both
exciting and fulfilling.

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Say or spell jump again – take a taxi to a
riverside and swim swim swim, fail and
drown and wake again remembering you
play piano in a jazz combo and your ship
is just coming in.

The dreamery landscape and the owl who
follows you home, and the books read by
candle light, and the research and letters
to “the only one” all state the same thing –
hop skip and jump – but not alone…

7 responses to “Hop – Skip – Jump – But not alone…”

There’s enough good stuff in here to launch a cross-generational symposium of dilettantes such as myself. I absolutely marvel at your ability to move while blurring all the lines just enough to allow them to meld. Just great… thanks for this, it made my day.